Dearmrsproverbs31 - Spoken word - Paul.itics

This is a LETTER, that is enveloped with time & stamped with Sacrificial love, sent from the present to my future. Dear Mrs. Proverbs 31, I'm overwhelmed by the noble character you possess. The radiation of your beauty reflects the very Light that self-sacrificially sparks this dark world. I'm awestruck by the charm of the curve that lies upon your lips .. I can only observe from afar .. the beauty in your Godliness. Your benign, tender, & pleasant persona is the the elegant fragrance that I want to contemptuously adorn. In fact, I wanna say I love you, but I'm not so sure, I know exactly what that means .. but the Good Book says that, Love is patient, Love is KIND. So i guess you can say that i want that .. I want that Patient KIND of love, that causes us to be wise as a serpent, but gentle as dove, so that we don't end up settling for this world's mirage excuse of "love" I want that selflessly, yet loving you selfishly kind of love. For you to be the first & last to make me drop to my knees, and cause me to look up at you and see the self-reflection of my offsprings. I promise to love you with the entirety of my heart; from its very pinnacle, to every subsidence of its wavelength. I want my love [4] U to be self-sacrificed like that of the Hebrew man, who was pierced with [3] nails, simply said [2] Aramaic words & made us [1] I want to be your standing pillar, when the wind, hail, & disasters come raving through, i want to be your fleshed knight that withstands & guards your temple. I want the brightest ray of the Sun, God's Son, to the be our everlasting guide to a happily ever after (eternal). Yet ironically, want that crooked kind of love, that only the Father's Word can make straight. I want the mirrored kind of love, where people will see her, and see the reflection of Him, with me in the limelight. For being the daughter of a King, I promise to hold you, cherish you and love you when it hurts, til death do us part. Even so that when you pierce my heart, and the blood stains seem to lie on your hand, I will still love you, like the King Himself loved those who pierced his very hands, forgivingly. Forgivingly, yet lovingly, like the "For Pete's sake" kind of love, that drowns my faithless body in the sea of Galiliee, yet He resurrects my soul in paradise in immortality. I want that gratifying kind of love, the one that only Christ's love can enthrall, & embellish the insecurities of your past, with the peace that surpasses all. I want that Bright kind of love, that when I stare in your eyes, each dark & shadowed piece of my past story is obliterated by the intertwined cusp of your gleam and the morning star of God's glory. I want that artistry kind if love, that the creator's paintbrush would mix our contrasting arris into an immaculate canvas. I want the kind of love that will make me wake me each morning, with a smile on my face ..Then make me drop on my knees & Thank God, b/c I know that WOW. He must truly loves me. I want that OOMFF kind of love, not the "medium-rare" kind of love, but that "well-done" kind of love, that when Waiting (waiter) Temptation puts our all at stake (steak), I would choose to rather enjoy and savor my own Rib. In essence, that's that patient 14 years kind of love, that though it might make me work, toil, and sow by the bowers (Boaz) through the course of the night in Sorrow, I shall be awaken to the aroma of Joy, while I reap my root (Ruth) in the new morning; steadfast and Faithful, just like Jacob did Rachel ! be awaken to the aroma of Joy, while I reap my root (Ruth) in the new morning; steadfast and Faithful, just like Jacob did Rachel ! I'm not even so sure I've met you. But when I think about you I think of the most precious jewel; Far more than rubies, pearls, sapphireS. That which every woman will desire, and the eyes of every man can only admire, but that which my body and soul shall fully satisfy. Contrary to what the media Might-Say, as a man, I do not want a Beyonce, I do not need a Beyonce, because the woman that I will wed, will be Beyond-Say -Dear Mrs. Prov. 31 I want you to know, That the heresy behind 'beauty is fleeting' is completely eradicated by the praise you are due, for being a woman who fears The Lord. Let us roam in the perfect gleam of the Son and flaunt our affection like Songs of Solomon 1 Because you see there are 4 chambers in a heart. Mine are occupied by the Trinity. I'm not so good at math. But 4 minus 3, & I just think you might be the missing 1